Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 537 Begging for mercy

Harry received a letter from Ron.

Elliot, he rubbed his fingertips over the name for a long time, and began to think about how likely it was to create a person out of thin air.

It was of no use. Even though he could change the memories of many people and create some fictitious traces of life, if it didn't exist, it didn't exist. For this name that he didn't have much impression of, Harry could only say sorry quietly in his heart.

Fortunately, there was still some vitality in that world, and not everyone would die. As compensation, Harry lowered his head, picked up a piece of parchment from the table, and used the Muggle's freshly made automatic pen to write on it seriously.

Dobby had been waiting for him by the side, his big eyes lowered at the moment, without saying much. After Harry finished writing the letter, he took the letter and left.

Harry put the pen on the table, feeling a little confused. Why did he feel that something was wrong with Dobby? Was he usually so quiet?

He looked around the house, and he was back to the last legacy left by his godfather Sirius, and couldn't help but smile happily.

It will be soon, everything will return to the way it was, and everyone can live happily and peacefully until the end of their lives, and he himself.

His palms were wrinkled like chicken skin. He glanced at the small mirror on the table and realized that time was running out.

When Hermione hurried downstairs that night, the moment their eyes met, they both understood.

Out of a tacit understanding, they didn't make the matter clear to each other, and then parted ways after leaving Malfoy Manor. Harry never paid attention to Hermione's actions again, because he knew that after confessing everything, whether Hermione was willing or not, she had to do what Harry said.

Hermione Granger appeared prominently in the previous lists, which means that in the other world, the innocent little girl will see herself who has achieved success as soon as she opens her eyes. I wonder what choice she will make when faced with such a situation?

Just as Harry expected, perhaps a person's fate has been determined from the moment he is born. One has experienced many vicissitudes of life, step by step from a discriminated Muggle wizard to the respected Minister of Magic, and the other has experienced the end of the world and was forcibly sent to this world by Harry. Although they have merged into one, there is still a great sense of separation between the forms.

"You should continue to do what Harry says."

"Why? He left for so long and planned something with Ron without telling me. Seven or eight years later, he suddenly jumped out and told me triumphantly that he had caused such a big mess. All the hard work I worked for seemed like a joke in front of him."

Middle-aged Hermione looked at her other half in the mirror with a crazy expression.

Young Hermione was silent. Perhaps she knew what her other self had gone through, but in the end, it was like watching a movie and she couldn't empathize with him.

A few tears in the corners of the eyes are the greatest comfort.

"But now that things have come to this, you should be familiar with my experience. This world cannot be reduced to that state. Many wizards have been sent here, and you must settle them down, otherwise the rules of time and space will wipe out everything."

Middle-aged Hermione gently stroked one of her cheeks, watching her skin gradually turn white in the mirror, and realized that this was due to the fusion of souls.

It turns out that being young is what I desire most right now.

"I will arrange the rest. I don't think I will take orders from that guy anymore."

Middle-aged Hermione used her extra twenty or thirty years to force the other consciousness back.

She was going to send someone to the cave of memory in young Hermione's head to stop them from invading this world, even though it might be a companion from another world.

But there is a twist, Harry, Harry -

She didn't want to attack her former partner, but they had already parted ways. From the moment she learned of the complete plan, Heping tacitly assumed that her former partner had entered Merlin's arms with Dumbledore's departure.

She stood here quietly, and her subordinates came in one after another. After she gave instructions in an orderly manner, the sun had gradually flowed into the horizon, leaving a little bit of the day's residual warmth in the sky. The room became dim. At this time, the door rang again -

"Come in—who?"

Hermione frowned and turned away. She had already instructed her subordinates not to disturb her anymore.

However, the moment she saw the person's face, her pupils dilated unconsciously and her lips opened slightly.

"Is it you?"

The person who came was the gray-haired Minerva McGonagall, the old professor who had left Hogwarts. She should have been enjoying her retirement. In recent years, her trace had gradually disappeared in the wizarding world.

Hermione had visited her a few years ago. She was even older at that time. Seeing that she had regained some vitality, she thought of the sudden change in herself. In the dark cave, there was no trace of Professor McGonagall.

This made her a little uncertain for a moment.

"Principal, please take a seat..."

Minerva McGonagall became the next Headmistress after Snape after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Mag held on to her crutches, poked her silver-rimmed glasses on the tip of her nose with her middle finger, put her small bag on her lower abdomen, and then sat down on the sofa leisurely.

"Child, come here." She patted the seat next to her, signaling Hermione.

"Ah good."

Hermione began to get a little nervous. What she had been doing recently was completely out of order. Students would always feel uneasy when facing their teachers. Even though she had been out of school for many years, she still had this feeling.

"I still want you to help me with something."

"You said, you said, as long as it is within my ability, I will do my best."

McGonagall looked a little embarrassed. She didn't know how to explain for a moment. She put the small bag on her lap on the sofa, then stood up and looked around Hermione's office.

"Do you have a Pensieve?"

Hermione understood, it seemed that some memories were inconvenient to talk about.

"Okay, wait a moment." She strode to her desk, then pulled out a blue History of Hogwarts from the giant bookcase two steps away, spread it out on the desk, turned to a page, and took out a golden note.

The note emitted a dazzling light in the dim room. After a while, the bookcase slowly opened to both sides, revealing a secret little compartment. This compartment was not used to hide something, but was a place for Hermione to rest.

After breaking up with Ron, she rarely went home, so she opened a small room next to her office. The sticky notes were like keys, and the meditation basin was placed next to the bed in the compartment.

Mag was a little surprised. She had often heard about the love-hate relationship between her two students over the years. She originally thought that the rumors were exaggerated, but she didn't expect the truth to be even more magical.

But now was obviously not the time to ask these questions. She looked at the watch on her left hand, took out her wand and pointed it at her temple. A flowing silver thread was slowly drawn out. She came to Hermione's side and put her memory into the Pensieve.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then sealed the door of the office and instructed the secretary outside to tell her that no one was allowed to enter.

She came to Professor McGonagall's memory.

In fact, after the war, Harry had told her and Ron everything one by one, including how Headmaster Dumbledore had taken him into his own memories many times during the remedial lessons, to watch the trial of the Death Eaters, to see his student Tom, to see the mysterious hut, and to see the graves where the bodies had been dug up...

He had felt envious for a moment, but he never expected that many years later, she seemed to be on the same fate line as Harry.

But where will fate take her next?

"This is, this is Professor Snape?" Hermione pinched the corner of her clothes tightly, when she thought she had countless glory and power, and knew all the secrets of the world.

However, Harry hid his tracks and did something extremely treasonous like a lonely ghost. He dumped Snape's grave, took out his bones from it, and moved them to a cottage in Godric's Hollow.

Even after watching it again, McGonagall was still shocked. She saw Snape's soul attached to the well-preserved bones. There were flashes of silver light, and a middle-aged Snape rose from the ground, but his actions at this moment were a little strange.

This is--

Before Hermione could finish her question, McGonagall spoke first, "The dead cannot be resurrected, this is an iron law, and I am not trying to embarrass you, Hermione -"

She looked at her former colleagues. Originally, they were just ordinary people. They always had blank expressions on their faces and were always cold and closed. But after coming to this world and understanding the different development history of this world, she seemed to see the soft souls under the hard shell.

"Do you want me to help Headmaster Snape to reappear in social relations?" Hermione roughly understood it and gradually she had some sense of identity. The living are still alive, but the dead can be reborn. Perhaps this is the meaning of Harry's plan.

But this is stealing the day, reversing the cycle of reincarnation——

"Well, but you can use a new name and a new identity. I want you to fabricate a branch of the Prince family to make his appearance more reasonable."

"In fact, he can start a new life in a place where no one knows him." Hermione was a little confused.

"Only by living in the place where he stayed before for a few years could his body be stable and not end up like this."

Looking at the professor who was so enthusiastic about Gryffindor in the past, he could see bats turning into spirits when he walked, sat or lay down, and now even walking has become a problem.

Hermione felt mixed emotions for a moment.

"Okay." She nodded.

Magg breathed a sigh of relief. No matter whether she was the original Minerva or not, and who the power behind her belonged to, at least on one thing, the three Harrys were unprecedentedly unanimous.

He wanted all those people to return because of Voldemort's death.

The moment Hermione nodded, she realized that this was a big move that could get her out of office.

Snapes made an offer that she couldn't refuse. Then what happened next? Cedric, the first to die after Voldemort's resurrection, and Harry's godfather Sirius...

"Then Professor Dumbledore--" Hermione was a little excited.

"Him?" Minerva looked a little strange.

Hermione, who was a little excited just now, suddenly cooled down. This tone -

"Dumbledore" was still in the cave, being stared at by Grindelwald.

"Would you like some candy?" Grindelwald snatched some candy from the pockets of several Hogwarts students and found a bunch of lively cockroaches in the candy bags.

He carefully held one of the tentacles and placed it under Dumbledore's nose.

Dumbledore was startled, and because the incident happened suddenly, he was unable to conceal the trace of disgust that flashed across his face. He seemed to realize the flaw in his role, and his eyes stabbed to the side like a knife, and Grindelwald, who was smiling strangely.

Grindelwald suddenly stopped smiling and looked at the mouth of this so-called Dumbledore.

Abernathy——

Abernathy was one of the first people Grindelwald contacted after he came out of Nurmengard Prison. He helped Grindelwald escape from prison in early 1927.

As the backup of the Saints in the United States, this man possesses outstanding organizational skills and superb anti-detection capabilities. He is also loyal to Grindelwald, but acts as a secret agent, keeping a low profile and never showing off. Together with Rosier, he helps Grindelwald rebuild the Witch Party.

Because it is too secretive, most people focus their attention on the famous and popular mafia Rose, and ignore Grindelwald's sharpest minion lurking in the dark.

Even when Harry came to the United States, this man was still hiding in the dark and never communicated with him. From the moment Grindelwald made that prophecy, he left his own methods behind.

At least from the current situation, Abernathy has successfully completed the task.

After seeing the threat from the person opposite him, he gently covered his face with his hands, and when he took them off, he had turned into a middle-aged man with light brown hair and fair skin.

The person who was watching this place all the time suddenly screamed.

As Ron walked out of the side passage, he saw a stranger suddenly appear in Grindelwald's position, and then he grabbed Dumbledore's neck.

"what are you doing?"

An unknown force descended from the sky and pinned Abernathy to the ground.

Ron didn't recognize this person. Draco looked at the commotion in the distance. The rumors suddenly spread rapidly and explosively in this space, which made him stand up.

He thought of what Harry had said to him before coming here.

Watch out for Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Ron was about to say something when he found that the seemingly familiar headmaster Dumbledore was actually crawling on the ground, his body trembling in pain, his figure fluctuating in height, and his hair turning white and black.

Abernathy laughed.